#ThursThreads – Last Time


Happy Thursday!

Didn’t think I’d get a post up today, but here we are! This week has flown by, too. I’m not sure if that’s a good thing, but here’s to the weekend only being a day away!

Today’s prompt, as usual, comes from #ThursThreads. This will be another peek into Paola’s world. She’s much darker – theme-wise – than anyone else. At least, I think so. Not sure how I feel about that. Here’s hoping I can bring her some small moments of happiness, at least, with her resurrection.

Prompt: “That was the last time.”


CW: Implied suicide.


When I come to, it’s to the sound of rushed orders and a high beeeeep mingling with the voices. My eyes are still closed, but I can feel the frantic movement in the room begin to slow.

“There’s nothing more we can do. She’s gone.”

At the voice, I open my eyes, coughing as I struggle to speak. “N-No.”

The room gasps, and everyone’s eyes widen at the sight of me. Behind me, the heart monitor is still showing that I’m dead. I will myself to move, eyes frantically searching the room for Max. Where are they? As if responding to my thoughts, they appear next to me and glance at the machine. No one else sees them, but I follow their gaze as the machine picks back up again, soft beeps marking what should be my heartbeat. I still don’t feel it.

Everything is a blur – it’s a miracle, they say – and I’m eventually whisked off to a private room after they’ve verified that I’m okay – whatever that is.

“I thought that was the last time I’d see you.” My dad’s voice, worn and tired, brings me out of my jumbled thoughts. I’m not really paying attention, but I’m sure he’s been talking for a while now. “I’m really worried about you, Paola. Those pills…”

“It was an accident. I didn’t – didn’t mean to. I wasn’t paying attention to the dosage – picked up the wrong bottle. I’m sorry.” My eyes are glued to Max, hovering unseen beside my dad.


What does Max have in store for Paola, and will she be joining our favorite demons in some witch-hunting shenanigans? Only time will tell because I still have zero clue about where this is going. Ha! Story of my life.

As always, think happy thoughts!


#TuesFlashFicTrain R5-W3 Winner!


Prompt Winner: Stacy Overby


Happy Monday!

So I really, really dropped the ball this round. Things have gotten a bit hectic and I’ve neglected this prompt series. I’m hoping to finish up this round, and then will be going on hiatus until I can get things in order again.

First things first, though! The only reason we are able to continue moving forward is the awesome Stacy Overby! We continue this story thanks to her great writing and imagination, so thank you for participating and taking time out of your day to indulge my writing prompt 🙂 I know I’ve said it before, but you rock!

Be sure to check out parts one and two before moving on to part three!

Happy reading!

Mark took a deep breath.  He headed down the steps; his heart threatening to choke him.  Mark fished out his pocket flashlight, keys jingling from the ring.  At the bottom, Mark froze.  On the bench lay an old man.  He had newspapers for blankets, but his cleanliness struck Mark as odd.  At the man’s feet a scarf coiled into a neat pile.  Sienna’s scarf.

Rushing thoughts crowded his mind.  Mark strode over and snatched the scarf.

“Where did you get this?” his low voice bounced around the abandoned station, “What did you do to my sister?”

“Settle down, son.  You’re barking up the wrong tree.   I ain’t involved in your sister’s mess.”

“But you know about it.  And you have her scarf.”

“She lost it down here.  I found it.  Knew someone would be coming for answers.”

“What happened?”

“Found the reason the subways were abandoned, I reckon.  She still alive?”

Mark blinked several times, feeling as if the man slapped him.


“She’s the first, then, in a long while who survived.”

“Who are you?  What are you talking about?”

The old man grinned.  Perfect white teeth peeked through the bristling grey beard.  He stuck out his hand, “Patterson.”

Mark took the proffered hand and, shaking it, noticed the neatly trimmed nails and lack of dirt that belied the dingy coat sleeve.

“What are you doing down here?  I don’t believe you’re a bum looking for a place to sleep.”

Patterson nodded, “Observant.  Good.  I keep an eye on any broken gates until they can be repaired.  I try to keep people out on account of the thing down here.  Don’t always work, though.  I think it calls people down sometimes.”

Mark ground his teeth and balled his fists, “But what is it?  And if you’re watching it, how did my sister get passed you?”

“Like I said,” the old man sat up, an air of authority settling over him, “We don’t really know what it is.  No one has ever gotten a good look.  Seen enough to know it’s no known creature.  The bodies left say so, too.  Ain’t right, the way they died.”

“And my sister?”

“Got passed me because there are two open gates.  Was trying to watch both at once until Jackson got here.”

Mark nodded.

“To be frank, I wonder why your sister survived.  She’s the first in over twenty years.  Maybe ever.”

Wonders abound! What strange creatures could be down there, and why did they lead Sienna into the subway? This story just gets better by the second and I can’t wait to know what happens next.

Be sure to visit Stacy Overby and tell her how amazing she is all over social media:

Also, check out her website. Looks like there are quite a few cool stories to read and she has her own flash fiction contest series! She’s in the process of transitioning to a new site, so here’s both:

Feedback, comments, questions? Check out the rules and/or drop me a line. I’m always looking to make the contest better and I’m open to any suggestions you guys may have.

As always, think happy thoughts!

#TuesFlashFicTrain R5-W2 Winner!


Prompt Winner: Stacy Overby


Happy Monday!

Hope everyone had a great Father’s Day weekend!

This week, Sienna’s saga continues, and we learn a little bit more about her background thanks to Stacy! Using the prompt, she seamlessly pulled us into the next part of the story and adds a little more to the mystery of what happened to her. As always, Stacy has delivered a great piece to keep the contest going. Stacy – you rock!

Be sure to check out part one before reading on.


“What?  No!  I rode the train here!”

“Miss Morineau.  That simply is not possible.”

Sienna backed away from Mr. Sieverson shaking her head.  Her mouth kept moving, a silent protest dying before birth.  Then she collapsed.


“A penny for your thoughts, dear,” she said, her voice soft in the sterile air.

He shook his head, “I don’t know, Mom.  Why would Sienna have gone down to the subway?  What happened to make her believe someone was trying to attack her?”

“We all wish we knew those answers,” she paused, biting her lip, “Mark.  Be honest with me.  Did Sienna do drugs?”

“No, Mom!  You know her family’s history.  There is no way she would use.”

The beeps and chirps filled the silence growing in the room.  Sienna lay unmoving.  Tubes and wires sprouted from her body like a fungus.  Mark knew most of it monitored her, making sure she continued to live.  The doctors had not been able to figure out what happened.  Why she would not wake up.

Mark surged to his feet and paced the room.  He wanted to punch something, break something.  Something had to give.  An idea struck him.  Part of him knew it was a bad idea, but he had to do something.

“Mom.  Don’t leave her.  I’m going to go down to the subway.  Try to figure out why she was there.  What may have happened there.”

“Honey, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“I know, Mom.  I have to do something, though.  This is the best I’ve got.”

Mark strode out of the room.  He made his way out of the hospital and down the street to the nearest subway entrance.  Locked.  How had Sienna gotten down there?  He knew there was another subway stop a few blocks down.  Locked as well.  Mark rattled the gate and cursed.

A thought occurred to him.  Maybe Sienna had not gone into the condemned subway system.  No one believed she had been running from an attacker.  Maybe the untruth in all of it was the subway.  If that was the case, though, where had the subway ticket found in her purse come from?

Mark had one more idea.  Sienna had been coming from her apartment when this happened.  He headed to the subway stop nearest her apartment.  His heart sunk.  The hasp on the gate was broken.  The door cracked.  She had been down there.

What will Mark find in the abandoned subway? Who knows! It’s up to you guys to decide, so give it a shot! Here’s to a story that gets better and better each week 🙂

Be sure to visit Stacy Overby and congratulate her all over social media:

Also, check out her website. Looks like there are quite a few cool stories to read and she has her own flash fiction contest series! She’s in the process of transitioning to a new site, so here’s both:

Feedback, comments, questions? Check out the rules and/or drop me a line. I’m always looking to make the contest better and I’m open to any suggestions you guys may have.

As always, think happy thoughts!

#TuesFlashFicTrain – Night Shift

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Night Shift

by Renee L.Tennis-McKinley and Stacy Overby

Gloria hustled to grab her jacket from the locker room, then ran for the time clock. She’d gotten a late start this evening; her keys managing to not be where she’d expected. Ten minutes wasted searching for them left her rushing to be at her post on time. As she rounded the corner she slammed into Harvey.

“Pushing the time limits tonight, Glo?” he asked.

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#TuesFlashFicTrain – Rita


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by Renee L.Tennis-McKinley, Stacy Overby, Chad R. Smith, and Imagenn793

Rita sneezed. Her nose dripped and she was sure some gremlin was positioned behind her left eye. It was armed with a needle and was repeatedly stabbing the back of that eye. As much as her nose itched and snotted, her eye watered at each thrust of that demonic needle.

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#TuesFlashFicTrain R4-W5 Winner!


Prompt Winner: Stacy Overby


Happy Monday!

Yet another story has come to a close! Thanks to Stacy’s entry to last week’s prompt, we get a resolution to Gloria’s sticky situation. Her piece is full of tension and quick, resourceful thinking on Gloria’s part. Thanks so much for your continued contributions to this contest, Stacy! You rock!

Be sure to check out the previous installments (one, two, three, and four) before the thrilling finale!


Now what? Gloria thought.  She surveyed the items she’d grabbed from storage, wracking her brain for any possible options.  With the solitude shield, though, there weren’t many.

Come on, Glo!  Think outside the box!

She watched Tom get a self-satisfied grin on his face.  He pushed the door open and ushered Manny through.  She slipped through the closing door behind the men just in time, feeling the solitude shield catch in the door a little before sliding free.  Gloria followed Manny and Tom down the corridor.  Just as she’d predicted, they stopped at the locked Security Office door.

Gloria knew she had a little time now.  That door was protected by spells and conventional locks.  She thought about just throwing off the shield and casting the paralysis spell.  The saner part of her reminded the part that thought that was a good idea Manny would beat her to the punch.  And he wouldn’t be nice about it either.

Faster than she’d expected, they got the door open.  Once again, she trailed behind them just close enough to get through without them noticing.  They started to rummage through the office.  Gloria thought it was odd that the office wasn’t staffed.  That was a twenty-four-hour position.

Harvey!  That rat!

Then it came to her.  Don’t use magic.  At least not how she’d been thinking about it.  She made her way to the recycling bin next to the fax machine and crouched down, making sure to drape the solitude shield over the can.  Then she crumpled up several sheets of paper from the can into balls.  One by one she lit them on fire and tossed them into the room.

With their backs to where Gloria was hidden, the men didn’t see the slight movements that revealed her.  All they saw was balls of fire come flying out of nowhere at them.  Manny started a stunning spell as he scanned the room for the attacker.  Tom hid behind Manny.

Just before Manny finished his spell, the smoke from the burning paper set of the building’s sprinkler system.  Gloria prayed the solitude shield was waterproof so it wouldn’t give her away.

The door flew open.  Harvey and Mike, the security officer burst into the room.  Harvey threw a powder at Manny with a final flourish.  Manny went down hard.  Mike did the same for Tom.

“Come out Gloria.  You’re safe now,” Harvey said.

And there it is! Guess Harvey wasn’t bad after all. It’d be interesting to see what a regular day in the life of their profession would actually be like. I’m super intrigued by the idea that magic makes the world go round in this universe. It’s so practical. Maybe we’ll figure out a way to visit Gloria’s world again in future rounds!

Thanks again to everyone who participates in #TuesFlashFicTrain! You guys are the best and the highlight of my week 🙂

Be sure to visit Stacy Overby and congratulate her all over social media:

Also, check out her website. Looks like there are quite a few cool stories to read and she has her own flash fiction contest series!

Feedback, comments, questions? Check out the rules and/or drop me a line. I’m always looking to make the contest better and I’m open to any suggestions you guys may have.

Be on the lookout for the completed version of this (and last round’s) story!

As always, think happy thoughts!

#ThursThreads – Helpless



Hope everyone’s week is going splendidly! It seems to be flying by for me, but that’s nothing new.

Today’s post, as with most Thursday pieces, comes courtesy of Siobhan’s #ThursThreads prompt series. I struggled a bit with fitting the prompt in, but finally settled on some more experimentation with Withered Legacy. Really considering playing with the POV in that one. Right now, it’s from Saxon’s, but every once in a while I think it might be cool to see Lexia chiming in on his circumstances, like she’s been doing on some of these prompts. Hm. We’ll see I guess.

Prompt: “He could do no more.”


He could do no more. I knew that, and he did, too.

Maybe that drove the pain in a little deeper. It made everything that much worse. That feeling of helplessness reared its ugly head again, and all I could do was stand and watch, unable to do anything and hidden from both of them.

“Saxon…” Adwin had the decency, at least, to sound apprehensive. “We don’t belong here. Look what happened.”

“This wasn’t my fault.” His grip on the little boy limp in his arms didn’t loosen, and instead he cradled the child closer, as if proximity alone might bring him back from the dead. Another moment passed before he finally released the body, laying it back on the ground. “These people were safe here. You did this.”

I’ve never heard that much venom in his voice – not even directed at me on our worst days. Saxon, despite his temperament, would never hurt his family. Now it sounded like all he wanted to do was kill his twin. With very calculated and controlled movements, he got to his feet, eyes staring down his brother.

“Don’t.” For the first time, I noticed the angel standing behind Saxon. She rushed to stand in front of him, hands on his shoulders.

Before Saxon could react, a loud rumble shook the entire structure, followed by a familiar, guttural roar.

“Think over my offer, Saxon. You know we’re better off.” Adwin spares Elle a passing glance before disappearing into the darkness of the tunnels.


They have a troubled relationship. It’s sad, but makes for good drama!

Be sure to check out the rest of the responses 🙂

Friendly reminder: The last week for this round of #TuesFlashFicTrain is up! Time to write an awesome ending.

As always, think happy thoughts!